Mountaintops summoned me, but her empty promises only led to endless valleys.
“Please, Atticus,” she breathed into my chest. Her eyes shimmered with effervescent tears that flowed towards my lips. I yearned for her sparkling kisses and ethereal embrace.
“Just one drink won’t hurt,” she told herself.
Last week, she celebrated a year sober.
I kissed my burnt fingertips as I climbed into the driver’s seat, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable scorching grip on my steering wheel. The Sonoran Desert was in record-high heat- I’d just made a solo journey across the country, and refused to let the blistering Arizona sun discourage my wanderlust.